OUTBREAK: ZERO is a semi post-apocalyptic pandemic roleplay set in the fictional city of Lethford, USA. Current season: Winter, 20/21.
March 2020. The world is in pandemonium as one month ago, GHNv-20 was confirmed, five months after the beginning of norovirus season. The number of the infected are in the higher hundred thousands, and the death toll is at an estimated 250,000, with about seventy percent of the rest of the population experiencing mild to moderate illnesses connected to the S. pyogenes bacteria.
The fear of the unknown has caused mass hysteria and panic.
In an attempt to provide a semblance of safety and control, military personnel patrol the streets, even here in Lethford City, and the police force is trying to keep up with the rising street violence, assault, and theft.
Welcome to OUTBREAK: zero. Will you survive?
HAYANA
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Hi! I'm Haya. I'm pretty much your girl for everything! If you have any questions regarding our plot, membergroups, etc. don't hesitate to ask me. I'm also in charge of coding, graphics, anything skin related, and advertising/affiliates.
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Hey! I'm Addi. Hit me up if you need help with anything. I'm always for plotting so don't be shy. I like coffee, booze, and working out. I'm back from a long hiatus the dead so if you need anything, best ask the others until I get back into the groove of things!
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outbreak
/ˈaʊtbreɪk/ zero /ˈzɪərəʊ/
a sudden occurrence of something unwelcome, such as war or disease. number, no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Quinn was looking down at her boots as she walked down the sidewalk on her way home. Her eyes caught the sight of several masks thrown away, littering the ground in addition to all the other trash. One would think the city would become cleaner if no one was around to toss away their empty bottles, cans, food packaging, and whatnot but it looked like it was the opposite. At least the summer heat wasn’t a thing anymore to make it smell even worse.
Having her phone clutched in one hand she looked at the screen, pressing her thumb on the bottom of it to unlock it. No signal. A sigh left her lips. What used to be normal, like having internet, a phone signal, lights, was slowly but steadily taken from most people. There wasn’t even one bar showing up. She couldn’t even read the latest news.
The sudden noise of someone screaming made her look up from the screen, eyes fixed forward. She whipped her head around as she tried to find the source of the scream when the window of a store shattered into pieces just a couple of steps ahead of her.
She watched as a group of masked people jumped out of the window, spilling even more glass shards on the ground around the storefront. "Hey!" she called out to them but was ignored as they took off. Following the breaking of the window, it would be standard procedure for an alarm to follow ringing but there was nothing but silence. There was no electricity to keep it running. Poor store owners were left with no security these days and this scene that unfolded right in front of her eyes just seemed to be something happening more often now. Who would stop them if the police were busy dealing with other things like those stupid home raids.
Quinn looked around, running her hand through her ponytail, searching for a patrol unit. The streets were as empty as usually at this time of the day. Marching forward the brunette was thinking of going after them but they already disappeared into the dark. Murmuring something under her breath she walked over to the broken window, glass shards crunching under her boots as she stepped on them.
What a mess. Brown eyes glanced down at the bottom part of the window before heaving over one leg after another, stepping inside the store. Just checking if anyone was inside and perhaps needed help. There were pieces of glass inside the store as well, shelves were thrown over as if they had to leave in a hurry for whatever reason. She wondered how they got inside in the first place if they decided to jump through a perfectly fine window to escape.
Food Wish, as it was named, was a corner bodega of sorts. It had opened its doors in 1998 and had not been closed a day aside from holidays for the past twenty-two years of its existence. It was constant in the neighborhood, with strong ties to the local Roman-Catholic community that bolstered it. And now? It was being pillaged.
There was no power. No lighting. Louis himself was standing at the back of the store, in front of the service desk. Within his hands lay a cold, metallic baseball bat.
At first, all that he heard was the crunching of glass under toe.
Then, the voice.
“Hello? Anybody here?”
It was enough to guide him in the right direction. Sooner rather than later, there he was a couple steps in front of her, moonlight filtering through the ruined windows enough to illuminate his unwavering gaze.
There was nothing to write home about when it came to Louis’ appearance. He donned a set of worn out, steel-toed construction boots, blue denim jeans, a plaid button up and a brown corduroy jacket. Most poignant: he was wearing a military styled gas mask, which was also fine at masking his expression with only a slight viewing window for the eyes.
“Got some nerve comin’ back here without yer friends, ya ain’t on yer way I got half’a mind ta start takin’ swings.” His tone was flat and gave no room for bluffing, his voice also obscured by the mask.
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Quinn looked around the store. It didn’t look too bad. A couple of items were knocked off the shelves. Some broke, resulting in their contents being scattered around the floor. But almost everything was hidden by the darkness. Taking out her phone she turned on the flashlight feature, moving her arm around to take a better look around.
The brunette bent down to pick up a slightly dented can of soup, placing it back on the shelf where it came from. Letting out a huff she blew a strand of hair out of her face, one hand resting on her hip as she glanced over her shoulder back at the broken window.
Her lips parted to let out one more hello but before the word could leave her lips a figure appeared in front of her. She held up her phone but the face was mostly covered by the gas mask they were wearing. Dark eyes narrowed at the person before her gaze shifted towards the baseball bat he was holding, flashlight pointed at it. "What?" she let out, confused by his assumption she belonged to the group of thugs who broke into the store.
"Excuse me?" Quinn added, a soft scoff following shortly after. Was he accusing her of being a criminal? Was he threatening her to make use of the weapon he was holding? Keeping one hand on her hip she looked at him, the hand holding her phone pointing out of the window behind her.
"They fled the scene a couple of minutes ago. You might want to reach out to the police to report this." She mustered him as much as the face coverings and dim-lit room let her. Taking a slow step back, she kept her attention on him, glass grinding underneath her boots as she moved.